“The empty can rattles the most” (unknown).

Advertisements

we are where the wild things are…

we
are where
the wild things are,
slight hesitation
acceptable
adventurous
margin
of change
a connection
to/with a larger
sense
of stability
a streak
sickening
if controlled
this uncivilizedness
fuels
our civilizations’
reason
for health
birth
and tolerance
of unsatisfactoriness
again
and again
and again
wind
rustling the leaves
on a tree
a silence
sits beneath
the forest
behind the thousand sights
thousand eyes
thousand thoughts
unwatchable
blinding
sun
hyper human
the temporally
cylindrical eye
amidst
the swirling
hurricane
of conscious
and unconscious
silence.

your voice in thanks echoed…

your voice
in thanks
echoed
and washed away
by the absolute ocean
over endless sands
voice cracking
oasis eyes
walked
spanned
saw the gentleness
breezed
kindness
apprehensive
too many faces
to just one
alone
purple
white
black
not at all harsh
effervescent
highly held
strong habit
the wheel tracks
worm deep
sculpted
last word
lasting
in silence
nothing
but you
your voice
and your inexplicable
smile.